I write this in the late afternoon of Christmas Eve. One thing that is very much in common with my hunka hunka and I from day one is our families celebrate everything on Christmas Eve. Then Christmas Day is just the two of us to relax. I thought about waiting to write this blog tomorrow …
I've been wanting to write this post for a few hours now, but I had to wait until I came out of my sugar coma before I was able. My hunka hunka and baby boy went to a football game today. I spent the day with my baby girl. I decided to be the best …
The title of my blog will hopefully make sense by the end. Here's a picture my dad pulled out after I lost my mom. He absolutely loves this picture. He tells me he gets up often to sit and stare at it. Many times he says he talks to my mom. The picture hangs on …
Well...I did it. I put up my tree. Before I became a motherless daughter, my mom had dementia. She never knew what day it was. When I lost her mentally, I lost all my Christmas spirit. Actually, I just lost all my spirit. Nothing was the same. Then she died. Now I can't even remind …
As I finished my fifth round of A Christmas Story today, I decided to sit and write. I have not sat for 10 hours watching TV, even though I could. I watched this over the past 22 hours. The final run of the movie just started and my heart is sad as it will not …
Hard to believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. While I enjoy seeing my grandchildren open presents, I am also a tad content when it’s all over. If you come to my house on December 26, you can bet my tree will already be down. I’m notorious for taking the tree down on Christmas. I get that …
I think this Elf on the Shelf is creepy. I have had a dislike for that creepy doll since it exploded in popularity many years ago. The doll’s eyes are creepy enough. And to think a doll gets up in the middle of the night and does mayhem to your house is acceptable, are you …
Holidays can be the most bittersweet time of year. With my mom, my birthday and Christmas are the hardest for me when it comes to missing my mom. My mom loved Christmas cards. I mean LOVED Christmas cards. When I was growing up, she and my aunt would have a contest of who received the …
